I’m not 18. I haven’t been 18 for nearly a decade (unless you are reading this several months from now, in which case, I haven’t been 18 for exactly or more than a decade) But you know, when I was 18, I had a stroke, so I’m kind of glad I’m not anymore.
However, I often feel that my shit got as together as it will ever get when I was 17. Some things don’t always get better with age.
On the plus side of things, I got a new tooth! I’ve been stuck with this guy for a while:
No, it isn’t a denture, it’s a flapper, and evidently it wasn’t as noticeable as I had thought. Even people who had seen me with it out and only a gaping hole where my #7 tooth used to be didn’t notice. I thank my mustache.